There are three kinds of people who watch (or don’t watch) Saturday Night Live.
First are the haters. They never think it’s funny. Never was. Never will be. Cancel it now. For the longest time I figured these were the kind of people who’s idea of biting commentary was Andy Rooney complaining about getting old on 60 Minutes. Or who sat at home, in the dark, listening to sex-pervert Garrison Keillor wax rhapsodic about the virtues of the Woebe...